When I started, people were like, “What are you?” I’m like, right now I’m dating a guy. I don’t know what it’s going to be in three years. You love who you love. Black, white, polka-dot, that’s what my dad always said. I’m never going to label myself. I could be 50 and dating a woman and then what? I said I was straight and now I’m not? My parents never said “he” or “she” to me or my brother, always “they”. If I started dating a girl tomorrow, I could text my dad, “Bringing new girlfriend over.” It wouldn’t even be deserving of a phone call. I always had birth control and condoms at a young age. My parents’ friends were like, what?! But I always felt protected.